the state of affairs

suppose the majesty

declared her vote for love

where would the world fall?

days gone of obedient lines

nodding to words of God’s Grace

helpless to their meanings

their madnesses

their greeds and troubles

now we’ve all cocooned

and, bursting forth in royal velvets

and silks,

cry laws and demands

on the world

crying

screaming

declaring

to no one

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again, please

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crowning

mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu